The CEO normally didn’t pick up his own phone, but his PA was off, and the ringing was getting irritating.
‘Hello? Dottie? It’s Nellie.’
Frowning slightly, Martin responded. ‘Madame, I believe you have the wrong number.’
‘Oh,’ said Nellie. ‘I was certain this was Dottie’s number.’ She sounded noticeably flustered, almost upset. ‘Are you sure she’s not there?’
Martin stood up, walked to his office door, closed it, and sat back down.
‘I’m sorry, Nellie,’ he said, kindly. ‘Dottie’s not here, but I’m free for a cup of tea and a chat if you’re not doing anything.’